emotions radically expressed to fit the not-so-normal mind and feed its strive for the unreal, the unmoral and the not-so-politically correct.

Monday, 11 May 2009

Deformed

Look around youDo you see me anywhere?Smell your bed sheets Look at your neck in the mirrorDoes it still have a piece of me?I cannot find myselfI got lostIn your contemplationsI diluted in your reveriesI no longer existFor the outer worldI am but a silhouetteRambling aroundAs invisible as the airBlow a gasp of life in meColor meAnd make me real againMake me feel again